CREATORS
creators run amok inside of the mind that holds belief
Running devil circles inside the mind that holds belief
and that man goin' round for our name
knocks the myth of and legend of the same
who we belong to
decision and distraction they must all be made for me
unloyalty to action colored, whipped and spat out free
wedded to a trail of tears
with no purpose our spirits adhere
but to belong
i cursed my own caretaker, then in love began to cry
and pulled apart the shades to show the people passing by
my soul is peace-claiming dove
flying free to a jailor above
for he belongs to me
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